

VoidLast night I dreamed about radioactive worms, and now I know that they are your words full of decay. I know they've eaten you away, too - which explains your lack of compassion. Cold, cold, you're colder than the ice breaths that encrust my throat (that's why I don't speak), and when you touch me all I think about is ice chambers of bone. You are entwined through me, your frost ringing every thought and your glowing poison eating through my nighttime flights.Void
I know, I know, I know so much that I never told you, you don't know - I know what's behind your skull, beneath the glistening tissue and syntactical madness sprawled in you
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eat your soup
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